likely_evil: (Happy - for a moment)
ooc: takes place during the season 2 ender. Thanks to [ profile] iluvroadrunner6 and [ profile] gusthemoose for bits of research help.

C'mere, c'mere -- lemme look atcha. Hey, look at me. It's not even that bad. It's not even that bad, alright? Sammy? SAM! Hey, we're gonna patch ya up, alright? You'll be good as new. I'm gonna take care of you. I gotcha. That's my job, right? Watch out for my pain in the ass little brother. Sam? Sam...


His eyes drifted open, having fallen asleep when he felt his brother's arms around him and the soft, white light wrapping around the fuzz in his head, laying him to rest gently. He wasn't expecting the soft voice calling his name, and it took him a moment to adjust to the bright light before his eyes focused.

"There you are. Time to wake up, sleepyhead."

Sam blinked, then sat up and rubbed at his eyes. Then he just looked at the woman kneeling next to him. "... Jess?"

Her bright smile welcomed him as her hand come to rest against his cheek. "Yeah, it's me, Sam. It's really me."

"I don't understand. How..." he brows moved in in confusion, then he looked at her in fear. "Dean?"

"He's fine. Well, not fine, but he's alive. Other than that, I don't know." She stood up, holding her hand out to help Sam stand up.

"Alive... then I'm..."

Jess nodded, squeezing his hands as Sam stood up. "I'm sorry, Sam." She pulled him into a tight hug, holding him close. Sam was hesitant, and then he hugged her back gently at first, then tightly.

. . . )
likely_evil: (Pout - Lost)
ooc: posted originally here.

I'm sorry I wasn't the son you wanted, Dad.

I just wanted something more.

Dean was your perfect child - I was the rebel... funny since I'm the one who grew up normal...

Maybe if I had listened more our lives would be different.

Maybe you'd be alive...

All I know is I'm some kind of freak, and Dean's slipping because you sold your soul for him.

I don't know how to help him, Dad.

You've hurt us both.

You didn't train us for this.

I'm sorry I wasn't a better son.

I just hope you knew I loved you.
likely_evil: (Remind me who I am)
this is demon!Sam... just older from where he is in current RP mentally.

If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever. - Sarah (The Crow)

They had a job in San Francisco. Dean had been hesitant to bring Sam along, but there was little choice. After all, what are you going to do with your demon brother who still shifts back and forth mentally from a 27 year old to a 5 year old? There's no babysitter in the world who would deal with that.

While Alec and Dean were hunting, Sam took a walk. Yes, he had his cell phone, Alec. Sam kept it on him all the time because Dean and Alec worried. Too much. But that was what they did, so Sam kept the phone on. He would call them later. Maybe find pie if they were having a bad day. Pie cheered Dean up. And milk for Alec. Or ice cream. Sam liked ice cream with hot fudge, Alec liked shakes, and Dean liked a scoop on his pie.

Sam stopped outside a building, and his eyes instantly went up to a window. He saw shadows in the window - a dark haired woman and him. His body. Together in an embrace, their lips pressed together in need.

His feet were taking him up the stairs before he realized it. The door was locked, but Sam took out a set of picks and opened it easily. Inside, the building was empty as the furniture and decorations had been taken down. But Sam remembered it in his mind. The couch was there. Table. Television where they had watched a horrible soap opera that she got him into. For weeks he watched it on youtube because she couldn't.

Madison )
likely_evil: (this is my puppy face)
(OOC: Warm Gun 'Verse. Prompt is from canon, and if it links to a Dean, then this Sammy's Dean = [ profile] jstliketherifle.)

Sam doesn't remember much about dying. He doesn't remember much about anything these days. The come back to him in flashes, like fireflies appearing in the distance. You know they are there because you can see them. But they won't stay still and it's hard to catch one.

Sometimes when Sam leaves for awhile, he goes back to that spot. The spot he died. It's a ghost town, full of ghosts that watch him as he walks down the dusty streets. The hide in windows and doorways, almost as if they are afraid of him.

There is a girl who stands on the top of the water tower. Her neck is bent in a bad angle, and she sits there with her hands under her armpits.

I feel like I’m in a nightmare, and it just keeps getting worse and worse.

In the window of a house that smells of salt, the bloodied face of a young man watches him. Sam can almost feel him reaching out, trying to touch his mind before he turns away to look at a dark haired woman in horror.

I’m still working through, “Demons are real”

The edge of town is covered in blood that only Sam can see. There are no birds here. No crickets. Just a single firefly that leads him until he almost trips over an iron bar. He stops, looking down at it as the firefly lands on it and lights up.

Only one of us is getting out of here. I’m sorry.

Sam fell to his knees, holding his head. There was pain. His head, stomach. he was hit and hurt. Each time he made this trip he felt it, remembering the sequence of injuries.


The pain stopped and Sam lifted his head. There was no ghost there, but the sound of his name echoed through the town like a canon.


His last word. And then there was a sharp pain and then his didn't feel anything but arms wrapping around him. He was safe in those arms. It was home.

Hey, look at me. It’s not even that bad. It’s not even that bad, all right? Sammy? Sam! Hey, listen to me. We’re gonna patch you up, okay? You’re gonna be good as new. I’m gonna take care of you. I’m gonna take you care of you. I’ve got you. That’s my job, right? Watch out for my pain-in-the-ass little brother? Sam? Sam! Sammy!

The firefly flew away from the iron rod as Sam blinked, looking around him. Not a sound. Silence. Death.

Until the screaming began.


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